Team Speed Kills comes out with something I could not agree with more. Well, I never. Then, of course, they turn around and stage this. Sunrise, sunset.
Here's my problem with this cycle: Not one of these smart, talented writers has anything to go on here. On either side. You're all spinning these sage-sounding constructs out of absolutely nothing. You don't Know Things. We don't either. And all this playing at Objective Analysis is accomplishing nothing more than making me want to stab myself in the face, with one of my many fine stabbing implements.
If you insist on doing the Kiffin dance to fill column space this summer, do it right. Give in to what this actually is, which is your lizard brain spinning up for a trash-talking fall spent on one sideline or the other, and give an honest nod to the insanity of it all, for good or bad. Express your blind loyalties and irrational hatreds for what they are: blind, and irrational. In the absence of actual football, everything else is just philosophical gymnastics, an exercise in salon wankery designed to make actual circumstances fit your preexisting biases. You people are killing me with your cotton candy punditry, and it's only June.
I guess it's a fine line between homerism and just plain bullshit sometimes. Not sure why, but the sources of some of the bullshit have been a surprise to me lately.
Don't know why I expected anything less from Florida and Georgia fans.
(C LUK HOW I WORKED MY HOMERISM IN OHSNAPFIR$TPWNDGOVAWLSIMTHEBESTRIGHTTEREVAR)
Posted by: Rusty at June 17, 2009 09:35 AMWe're all of us barbarians cheering for a barbarian sport. Accept. Embrace. Leave the analysis for postgame (operative term: GAME).
Posted by: Holly at June 17, 2009 09:37 AMHolly, truer words than those in your comment have never been spoken.
Posted by: Oskie at June 17, 2009 10:36 AM